Author: Finallymademypornalt

[M][F]ucking in New York’s Penn Station

Suffice to say, this was pretty public. Sorry my last post was literally a book. I was tired and didn’t edit it down but maybe I’ll work on it and shorten it. It was a hot night of sex. Really don’t bother trying to read it that shit is way. too. fucking. long.

At the time I’m dating Bri. Using fake names, but I’m going to try to be consistent through my stories. Penn Station is one of New York’s 2 biggest train stations. Over 500k people pass through it each day. Granted, on a weekend or later at night it’s not as crowded. But there’s still several thousand people in there. A large chunk of those are cops too.

It wasn’t even that late really. It was a little after 2am and we had missed the “early” train. Coming home to Queens or Long Island from Penn there’s usually 2 trains you can take. An earlier one around 1-2am and a later one after 4am. We had just missed the early train. This place called Roses sells pizza and super large size beers open 24 hours. This should all sound familiar to anyone from NY. Read more »

End of [M]y Busy Day [F]

Anal, Mom’s Bed, Round 3, Toys, Light Pain, Spanking, Creampie(s)

There was a bigger cushion of time between Bri and her friends leaving and Abby arriving than I thought there’d be. It was a good thing. Call me paranoid but Jules had my cock in her mouth when Bri showed up. Then my cock was inside Bri’s mouth followed by a great orgasm riding me that was interrupted by one of her friends.

Abby was sort of a professional side piece. A lot of the guys she saw she either shouldn’t have been or were involved. We were close and she knew me, my family, and will be a part of my life for some foreseeable future, and potentially the rest of it. I remember so distinctly her pulling up. Fabolous’ Can’t Let You Go was blasting out of her car. She had a cigerette between those long fingers. Tossed it. I watched her put on a little nude lipstick, a touch of this and that. She stepped out her car. I was at her door before she stepped out. She had that gravitational kind of pull. On a lot of guys too. That pussy definitely will get you in trouble. I guaran-fucking-tee it. And it did, eventually. Read more »

One [M] of those busy [F,F,F] days

I didn’t want to post so soon. But I was thinking of doing a quick post about what happened after I wrote that story but it seemed kind of silly to describe texting a chick all day and jerking off in a stairwell because it left me horny the rest of the day. Especially without pics or a video? What’s the sub again? Anyway, I def got some motivation this morning. But some of you awesome people have such great stories and great post histories that this whole ‘I’m gonna write a gw story’ just can’t seem to happen without also getting off in the process.

THis is long. 2/3’s of it is about sex though. So shrug?

I was drinking a lot that summer and also partying a bit I guess. I think I was throwing parties but I can’t really remember if it was around the time I did. I threw some really, really good fucking parties. Just a lot of fun, a lot of booze, they ran late. Good shit. It also makes me wonder how many people actually had sex at that house. I was way too drunk to notice though, most of the time. Read more »

How I [M]et my Ex [F] [Public]

Sorry it’s long. I was going to cut out the first half and just mention it. She said that made it so much better for her. So it’s here. I tried to keep it brief, I didn’t do a great job. Skip to (ctrl+f) sexy time if you want.

At bar. Girls drink. Guys drink. Girls go up to get more drinks. They’d been chatting and kind of made one big group around a couple tables in the back of the bar. However it happened, when she got up to get her drink it was me and SB left at the table. SB is Scumbag. She had left her purse there, and I didn’t think anything of it. She had been talking with the group for a while now, our groups had sort of merged. It’s about an hour and change, maybe close to an hour and 20, I’m getting ready to get out of here. I’m not drinking, for several reasons and, technically, at the time it was illegal for me to be at a bar. Any bar. Bad life choices. I had seen her sort of make out with a guy earlier who I knew wasn’t her boyfriend and I kind of thought maaaaybe? Still work in the am. Before she gets back SB reaches across the table to her purse, unzips it, and with two fingers in a chopstick motion slides some bills out of it. Not cool dude. Not cool. Read more »